gross roommate stories

[art_skoolgirl]

Great Topic. I've had good roommates and bad and I'm a pretty easygoing person so it was only some of the extreme things they did that bothered me.


In college one of the girls I was living with quite promiscuious. She dated a lot of guys and typical had a flavor of the week. I had left my sweater jacket on the couch one night and I went to retrieve it for a morning walk but it wasn't there. I asked my roommate if she had seen it. She said she threw it in my hamper in the bathroom closet because her flavor of the week used it to clean himself up after they had oral sex on the couch. Ewww needless to say couldn't bring myself to wear it again and I had her throw it away and charged her for the amount of my loss.

My current roommate who is moving out has actually rubbed off on my fiance. Not putting the toliet seat back down which is annoying but not as annoying as not flushing after they pee. Every morning one of the bathrooms toliets looks like I poured a two liter of mountain dew in it. Flush! The second bad habit is leaving beard trimmings in the sink and nail clippings on one of the end tables in the living room. I'm hoping when he moves out I can get my fiance to stop with these things, he never used to do them.

Also once I laughed at my roommates complete lack of game with women. He asked us if it would be okay if he had a girl stay for the weekend. Like I said he is a nice guy he's just young and doesn't have good house habits all the time. My reply was yeah that's fine but if she is staying in your room don't you think you should wash your sheets? He had lived here for 5 months and never washed his sheets.

Anyone that has lived with a bunch of girls knows they can be just as dirty as guys can. Bloody panties in a sink in the community bathroom, lots of hair in the drains, zit splatter marks on the bathroom mirror, leaving wet clothes in the washer until they mildew and Yelling at people not to eat your food, letting it sit and spoil and get moldy and then refusing to take care of it and clean it.

I've dealt with all of those things but I think the worst was the first story I told. My poor sweater jacket!
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[stella]

oh god, the sweater jacket story is the most disgusting thing i have ever heard. what kind of repulsive jackass would use someone else's clothes to do that? i'm glad you charged the roommate.

[art_skoolgirl]

[quornflour]

I have had a fair number of roommates in my life ost of which have been absolutely fabulous and remain friends to this day:

There was one girl in college who lived a few doors down and shared a room with another girl. Their room stunk. Once while they were both out a friend and I decided we would see if we could figure out where the offensive odor was coming from, because it had started to affect the hall outside. We all frequently left our doors unlocked so getting in was cake.
Upon opening one of the drawers we discovered it was full of used tampon applicators. *hoerk*

In later years I shared a house with a bunch of super cool folks. They were a bunch of folks that did not know each other before moving in together, sort of like the Real World but, well, real. I still even hang out with the relocated Montanan and the Grad Student who is back in school.
Not unlike the Seattle Real World cast, and many other Seattleites we got rats (thanks much to our messy neighbors on either side next door). The rats moved in and we called an exterminator who set traps.
I went on vacation while this was going on and came home to discover the rank odor of dead rat. Apparently one had tripped a trap and no one in the house could figure out where it was. I immediately went on the hunt. Rotting protein – double hoerk. I decided to first check the more hidden locations, the crawl space, behind the water heater – my search resulted in nothing. So I checked the really obvious places, like under the kitchen shelving. BINGO!
I do not know if you have ever seen or smelled a burst rotting rat… quadruple hoerk to the power of ten.
Since I found it I declared that I did not have to move it; and people wondered why we had a box of rubber gloves in the china cabinet.
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[FauxChina]

I've only had 2 roommates, but I lived with an ex and I've been living with my current special guy for a year now. All but living with my current special guy has been bad.

My ex was gross, when I moved in, it took me about a week to make his place livable, the toilet bowl was BLACK the carpet was supposed to be green shag but there was about 3 inches of gray cat hair covering it. He didn't do his dishes because he figured that he always ate the same thing (frozen pizza) that it didn't matter. I should have broken up with him right then and there, but I was young and stupid and thought that I was in love.

When I had the roommates, my current special guy and I were renting a bedroom in this couples trailer, we figured because we were kind of friends and only cost $400 a month it wouldn't be so bad, I couldn't have been more wrong. I had to treat their bathroom as though it was a bathroom at a gas station, cover the seat and surrounding floor with toilet paper. It was gross, the man was quite large, I don't think he was able to see his penis under his belly to aim his pee into the toilet or that he was just too lazy that he didn't care, because there was piss everywhere, the outside of the toilet bowl was caked with piss and pubic hair. The woman because she was having a "high risk pregnancy" I guess she figured that she wasn't able to lift a broom or push a vaccuum. I cleaned every day, never once a thank you. The pig that she was, she left a Big Mac box on the living rooom floor for 3 days, and there was sugar from one end of the kitchen to the other for about 3 days as well, until I got fed up and scrubbed it all up. My special guy and I bought our own groceries, but we'd always cook enough for her to eat because her husband was always out of town for work. She always complained about my cooking because most of the time I'd make chicken breasts, rice and mixed veggies, but I'd cook the veggies in the rice, but she would pick out every single vegetable from the riceand when I made pasta for the special guy and I she'd freak because I made it too spicy for her to eat, meanwhile I had been under the impression that she was going out for dinner. She smoked a pack a day and never emptied out the ashtrays, her and her husband would ash and butt out their cigarettes on their dinner plates. They constantly changed the rules, one day we'd be allowed to smoke in the house then the next morning I'd get up, make coffee for everybody and light up a smoke and she'd say "Oh, I just decided that beginning today, there will be no smoking in the house, so get your ass outside" then the next morning I'd wake up and she'd be in the living room smoking. She gave us designated laundry days, but of course I got fucked out of my laundry days, because she'd be using the washer and dryer on my days, that went on for about a month. I understand that it was her house so she could make the rules, but notice would have been nice and consistance. I will never have another roommate ever again.

My special guy and I have had our own apartment since February, and I must admit, I'm not the tidiest person in the world, but I'm not dirty, my dishes get washed every day, my kitty litter gets scooped every day, and my ashtrays get dumped and washed every days as well, I vaccuum and clean the bathroom and wash the floors at least once a week, and every night my special guy takes the garbage and recycling out. The only problem that I'm having is keeping on top of laundry because I don't have transportation to get to the coin wash as often as I want and there is no laundry room in the building.

Not nearly as bad as the poopy, bloody roommates, but pretty close.
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[art_skoolgirl]

FauxChina,

That lady and her husband sound Horrid! I think it's worse than the poppy bloody stories because it affected you so much. How dare she complain about your cooking. It was your food, you were just being nice. I don't think I could have put up with that.

My current roommate who is moving out in a month is a very picky eater. He doesn't eat any kind of fruits or veggies except potatos. Mostly red meat and potatos.

If I have something left over I let him know he's more than welcome, but I don't cater to his pickey ways. I cook spagetti sauce with green pepper and onion in it. He picked out every little piece. Next time I blended up the green pepper and onion for the sauce and he loved it.

I made veggie burritos but I substitute the sweet potato's with meat because I'm not a vegitarial but I like a lot of veggies. My fiance loves this. I slow cook the ingredents for 4 hours. My roommate tried them and was like yuck corn. I hate corn, I think I'm allergic to it. I said, " well you eat corn tortillas from taco bell, and corn meal is in a lot of things". So He said "Well I guess I'm allergic to whatever corn is made out of." Yes that is a direct quote. I had to hold back from laughing.
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[Sewlittletime]

[crystaleternity]

[WUVIE]

Years ago I had a pretty bad roommate, but I can't
imagine living with some of the nasty creatures
mentioned in this thread.

I made the mistake of rooming / living with a girl I'd known for
quite some time, but I never really knew her until we
spent full time together.

One day after work, in the middle of the day, I came 'home'
to find the house was a full blown party. She was stoned,
everyone was drinking, people were making out all over.
In the daytime!

I went into the bathroom and what did I see? Feminine products
in the trash can. Used items. Wide open. Not wrapped up in tissue,
not in a wrapper, just tossed into the trash as is. And I don't mean
liners.

Next I notice her undergarments laying about the bathroom.
She's having a party with men present while her unmentionables
are strewn about the floor. Not her "nice" stuff, but the type of
undies no woman should own.

The refrigerator was scary. I ate where I worked, so I never
paid much attention. One day I opened the refrigerator to find
something so scary it would frighten one into becoming veg,
which I'm damn close to as it is.

Her bed had a headboard with shelves and cubbies.
It was often lined with food in a way that you could tell
what she ate that week. Taquitos rotting in the guacamole from
Monday, a steak sandwich turning fuzzy from Tuesday, and so forth.
Half of them were doing double duty as ashtrays.

This girl was not raised to be a pig. Her home of youth was well
run with cleaning schedules. Perhaps she was rebelling, but good grief.

I suppose the frosting on the cake was her sexual behavior. Anyone
willing, any time. One time we met a pair of guys at a lake. She
walked around the water with one while I walked around with the
other. By the time we got back to the car, she was in the car
with him sharing more than her life's story.

Wow. That is all I can say. Wow. Thank goodness those days
are over. Long ago over.
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[purpledoor]

I had a roommate who used to leave raw chicken defrosting in the sink, on top of a pile of dirty dishes. It just grossed me out every time I came home to find that.
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